Sang Yuwan's eyes narrowed, and she immediately turned away.
A short while later, Ming Zhan, dressed in black, appeared at the entrance of the mourning hall.
His steps were unusually slow, each one as if dragged by an invisible force. His feet seemed reluctant to leave the ground, then landed heavily, making a low, rhythmic sound that was particularly clear in the quiet environment.
"Second Brother..." Mingyi exclaimed in surprise.
The person opposite him was taken aback.
When Sang Yuwan saw Ming Zhan, her heart clenched painfully. It felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart tightly, squeezing it forcefully. Her eyes dimmed instantly, her lips trembled slightly, but she tried her best not to let a sound escape her lips.
An indescribable sadness hung over the Ming family.
The gloomy weather, like a thick gray velvet cloth, silently enveloped the entire sky. The sun hid its light, leaving only a hazy and dim halo.
The eternal lamp beneath the coffin burned silently.
Ming Zhan took a deep breath and slowly walked towards Ming Yu's memorial tablet.
His shadow stretched long, moving slowly with each step, as if time itself had deliberately slowed down at that moment. His shoulders slumped slightly, revealing an indescribable weariness and sorrow.
"Second Brother..." Mingyi quickly walked to his side, wanting to help him up.
Ming Zhan's voice was hoarse, "Ming Yi, no need."
"Second brother..." Mingyi's face was full of worry.
Mingzhan gave him a slight smile, "It's nothing."
Seeing this, Mingyi could only stand beside him and watch him light the incense.
Sang Yuwan, who was standing nearby, called over Xian Si and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Did the doctor come along?"
Xian Si nodded. "A doctor and a nurse. They've both changed their uniforms. In addition, a modified ambulance has been arranged. As long as Young Master Ming can hold on, no one will be able to tell anything."
Sang Yuwan was on tenterhooks, her shoulders drooping slightly, as if bearing a heavy burden.
The air in the mourning hall grew increasingly heavy, making it hard for her to breathe. Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white from the force, revealing her inner unease and tension.
Despite his own safety, Mingzhan risked returning from the hospital.
Firstly, it was to fulfill my filial duty, and secondly, it was to protect her from criticism.
Sang Yuwan's eyes welled up with tears, and a row of tiny beads of hair clung to her long, curled eyelashes.
She watched Mingzhan quietly.
Overnight, he transformed from a dashing young man into a composed and handsome gentleman.
Mingzhan lit the incense, bowed, and made three bows.
Every movement aggravates the wound on my left shoulder.
Despite the doctor's injection of painkillers, he still experienced excruciating pain.
The pain spread from the wound to every part of his body, causing his body to tremble slightly.
He bit his lip and inserted the lit incense stick into the incense burner. Then, with a thud, he knelt down.
"Second Brother..." Mingyi's voice trembled.
Sang Yuwan's heart pounded, each beat accompanied by a barely perceptible tremor.
Ming Zhan knelt before Ming Yu's spirit tablet, his eyes red.
After a long silence, he slowly spoke, "Dad, don't worry, the Ming family is in my shoes."
His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, as if only in this way could he slightly alleviate the bitterness and sorrow welling up from the bottom of his heart.
The world around him seemed to stand still at that moment, leaving only the surging waves of emotion within him, crashing against his heart time and time again.
Ming turned slightly to the side and secretly wiped the corner of his eye.
"Dad, I'm at ease knowing you have my older brother to take care of you. You can also rest assured that I'll take care of the Ming family..."
Every time he opened his mouth, the wound would tear slightly.
At that moment, it felt as if a million tiny needles were piercing my skin at the same time. Then, an indescribable, excruciating pain surged over me like a tidal wave, instantly overwhelming all my senses.
The sharp and deep pain was not just a slight stinging sensation on the surface of the skin, but a pain that struck straight to the bone marrow, making one involuntarily gasp.
Ming Zhan's face grew paler and paler.
Seeing this, Sang Yuwan slowly walked over and knelt down as well.
"Wan'er..."
Mingzhan instinctively reached out to pull her.
The muscles around the wound tightened and tore, bringing waves of new and more intense pain.
Sang Yuwan kowtowed three times, then turned her head to look at Ming Zhan.
"Second Brother, with you in the Ming family, Uncle Ming is very relieved..."
Mingzhan pursed his dry lips, sweat quickly beading on his forehead and sliding down his cheeks, mingling with tears and blurring his vision, but doing nothing to alleviate the pain.
Sang Yuwan slowly stood up.
"Second brother, get up too. If you keep kneeling, Uncle Ming and eldest brother will worry."
Ming Zhan nodded.
The servants and Sang Yuwan helped him up.
"Second Brother, leave this to Mingyi. You go back to your room and rest," Sang Yuwan said.
Mingzhan shook his head. "No. Today, I have to stay here."
Sang Yuwan's brows were furrowed, and her eyes flashed with a sharp light. The corners of her mouth turned down slightly, no longer with their usual gentle curve, but revealing an undeniable determination.
"Is reputation more important than life? Second brother, if something really happens to you, I'll truly become a cursed star."
She paused, then added, "Now that you're back in the Ming family, no one else can say anything."
Mingzhan's breathing became rapid and heavy, his chest trembling slightly with the rise and fall of his emotions. His hands clenched into fists unconsciously, his knuckles turning white from the force.
"Wan'er, I'm really alright..."
Sang Yuwan spoke again, her tone heavier, trembling slightly yet remarkably firm. Every word seemed carefully crafted, resounding and hitting the nail on the head.
"Second brother, should I tear your clothes open?"
The atmosphere around her seemed to freeze because of her anger, and a tense and oppressive feeling filled the air.
Ming Zhan's heart tightened, his lips parted slightly, and he hesitated several times before speaking. His throat seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, and the voice he uttered was low and hoarse, with a slight, imperceptible tremor.
His jaw was taut, the muscles accentuated by the tension. "Wan'er..."
Sang Yuwan gave him no chance to speak, her gaze darkening as she coldly said, "Xiansi, escort Young Master Ming back to his room to rest."
"Yes." Xian Si responded and hurriedly walked to Ming Zhan's side, supporting his arm.
Ming Zhan did not persist.
"Young Master Ming, slow down..."
Xiansi helped Mingzhan walk slowly towards the door.
A woman dressed in plain clothes walked in, holding a gleaming dagger in her hand.
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